Blind limits.


A world bursting with colour,
Flocking with excitement,
Endless amounts of intriguing for the naked eye,
In a world where everyone is blind,
Surely the person who can see is the one cursed most.
A mind bold, bright, brave,
Where imagination shatters limits,
Yet can’t feel like the blind,
Must be as cursed as the person who can see.
We are as blind as we want to be,
And our limits cease to exist.
With infinite possibility,
What would you pick?

  • Author: JamesJohnson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 3rd, 2017 15:01
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 19


  • FredPeyer

    James, a very intriguing poem, nicely penned.

    • JamesJohnson

      Thank you, it means a lot

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